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Stop Shammin' Lyrics

Artist: Big Daddy Kane
Album: Looks Like A Job For...

One-fifty-eight Lewis Avenuebetween Lafayette and Van Buren, that was back duringthe days of hangin on my Bed-Stuy blockwith Spence and Mitch, followin my cousin MurdochAll the brothers were real, goin for what they feelBy the way, peace to my man Sha and Big NealNow in ninety-three I'm still bein meYou think my 'fridgerator ain't full of Olde E? HuhA lot of times I get fly with a suit and a tieYeah I went from rags to riches but I still rock the saggy britchesAnd I don't try to act brand newEatin escargots and usin words like "rendezvous"The ghetto life I've seen a lot overcomemake a little money and then forget where they came fromLivin a plastic lifestyle, you're more false than denturesDon't make me pull your file -- stop shammin!

So why you wanna be what you're not?And claim to have things that you know you ain't gotYou're just a fantasizer -- spendin all your moneyon lustrous pink oil moisturizerJust to make your hair curly and thinYou say, "Black is beautiful," but then you go and bleach your skinMoney you're worse than Yacubcause their are eight stages of graft and you broke down to twoPlus you got a bad case of jungle feverAnd nmmana-nah-nah I just can't believe yaIt's quite obvious you don't wanna be a black manSo what's next - you're gonna join the Klu Klux Klan?You sold out to your race and it's a big disgraceYou can't look your own people in the faceYou wonder why it ain't no black schools or hospitalsYou're makin millions of dollars and it's pitifulthat you can donate to leukemia all the timeBut you can't give the Nation of Islam a dimeThey mention Muslims, you change the subjectYou can't even shake Farrakhan hand in publicThat whole busy attitude is a shamUmm bro, umm brother, umm.. Brougham, stop shammin!

I look in the mirror, at times I say, "Damn Black Caesar;how'd you get to be the woman pleaser?"Cause I remember when girls didn't notice meAnd now they wanna Come and Talk To Me like JodeciIt's strange, how back in the days I couldn't get with emNow all of a sudden the honies they wanna give me rhythmWell I'ma hit it, but still I show no pitySo I hope you don't think you gonna be in my next videoAnd many brothers I never even ran withbe actin like they been hangin with me since I was a kidI mean just to get a piece of the actionMan they start rememberin more times than Michael JacksonBut I can't fade to the tag-alongsthat want me to drag em onFrontin like a friend just so I can put em inBut you cuttin yourself paper thin - stop shammin!